This is a song about "The mixtape"

One mixtape from this rapper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores