This is a song about "The mixtape"

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I never knew i'd drop a mixtape with kid,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Alcohol and booty calls

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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