This is a song about "Mix"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke