This is a song about "Mix feeling about love"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

And add nightmares to the mix.

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Gave me kind of love that i've never seen/ an unknow feeling

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

So i guess that's where i hide my things

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Well, i can handle that

Feeling good about it

"money and blood don't mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids