This is a song about "Mix"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

I mix it with, six different liquors and

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

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

You must mix that with dank

That we can't forget the past

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

So i don't spill my mix

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

I be giving work to the kids