This is a song about "Mix feeling"

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

He got you sick, he takes the mix

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I was so sincere like nas first name

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

You feel it from your head to your toes

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,