This is a song about "Tape storage"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Want to let you know i love you

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Listening to my tape,

I feel good, i look great

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape