This is a song about "Mix feeling about love"

Feeling good about it

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We writing about love for our nigga above

And add nightmares to the mix.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

You're right about that, darren, our hunt for love.

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus