This is a song about "Mix"

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I mix it with, six different liquors and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

She likes the way it hits her lips

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix