This is a song about "Marketing mix"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

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

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

It's been nothing but pain

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six