This is a song about "Mix feeling"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And the v12, that's on various trips

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

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

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

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

Two white cups and i got that drank

You must mix that with dank

This thing that you could imagine

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And add nightmares to the mix.