This is a song about "Little mix"

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

They say that i never cease to amaze

You can hear it in my lyrics

"money and blood don't mix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics