This is a song about "Mix"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips