This is a song about "Chopping a mix"

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Couple thou have ya brains scattered like chex mix. im all about a dolla bitch and

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

You must mix that with dank

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse