This is a song about "Meow mix"

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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

My cat jsut says meow

You ask me who i'm stroking now

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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