This is a song about "Mix"

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her