This is a song about "Mix"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Big stacks, no lego bricks

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

It's been nothing but pain

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

The youngest of my mother kids

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix