This is a song about "Chopping a mix"

He got you sick, he takes the mix

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

So i don't spill my mix

She likes the way it hits her lips

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?