This is a song about "Scotch tape"

See my hands start to shake

Listening to my tape,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

Well baby bot there ain't no question

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Hope all over again, we can start

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

The good kid from the ugly city