This is a song about "Marketing mix"

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

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

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