This is a song about "Mix"

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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