This is a song about "My mixtapes"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I move the club like a poker dealer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My own unknown is my enemy,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Mixtapes calling out names, cleaning out closets, cuz know one knows me