This is a song about "Tape money"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

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

The wedding tape makes me travel back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

I wish i can send you a tape after your gone

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years