This is a song about "Mix"

My team getting digits

"money and blood don't mix

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

They bringing me fish and chips

So i don't spill my mix

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,