This is a song about "Mix"

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Went out and had a church of kids

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

My shit was submarine like, under ship