This is a song about "Tape line"

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

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

My hypothesis is drawn fine line

Would look at us all the time

I had a cape but lost the tape

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I perfect every line

At the same damn time

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate