This is a song about "Mix"

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

You can hear it in my lyrics

So i don't spill my mix

They bringing me fish and chips