This is a song about "My mixtape"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Only concern was the home that was close to him

She going to borrow some money

My own unknown is my enemy,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been