This is a song about "Tape"

The wedding tape makes me travel back

My four-four's givin payback

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost