This is a song about "Selling my mixtape"

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

The third one is mixed, white and black

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Amen, they say you only live once

Probly from selling or doing drugs

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will