This is a song about "My mixtape"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

One mixtape from this rapper,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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