This is a song about "Scotch tape"

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

So slim davy throw me the tape

They say them colors must be fake

I had a cape but lost the tape

All dem niggas gonna hate

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion