This is a song about "Mix"

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

Now that's what you call a game

I walk around understanding the politics

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

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And add nightmares to the mix.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Top ranked, number one my son

You're listening to this mix tape 'n