This is a song about "My mixtape"

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Goin straight shout out to tune new mixtape coming soon

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him