This is a song about "Mix"

All the bitches know my name

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

As my name get bigger this game get different

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just another product of this matrix

And add nightmares to the mix.

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

So i don't spill my mix

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress