This is a song about "Mix"

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix