This is a song about "Mix"

You’re on neon lights in my bank

You must mix that with dank

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

"money and blood don't mix

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run