This is a song about "My mixtapes"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

They say nothings ever free

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And when it's said and done

My words are my rhythm

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Grab my knife and my gun

On the bible you can run