This is a song about "Chopping a mix"

You must mix that with dank

The faker they shakin' my hand

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Y’all knowi always represent my people to tha fullestyeah, i'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets

Lord created all in six add a double six crucifix is no longer the fix u brought satan into the mix/

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

Also i'm chopping misers grossly caused reduction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin