This is a song about "Selling my mixtape"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

The door crack, niggas all black

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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