This is a song about "Chopping a mix"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

And add nightmares to the mix.

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So i don't spill my mix

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets