This is a song about "Meow mix"

Before i make pussies meow

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

They bringing me fish and chips

And add nightmares to the mix.

You must mix that with dank

Twist me up, let me crank

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

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