This is a song about "Mix"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And add nightmares to the mix.

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

You must mix that with dank

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics