This is a song about "Mix fire"

Left with nothing but eternal fire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And add nightmares to the mix.

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

I mix it with, six different liquors and

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Well baby bot there ain't no question

You're listening to this mix tape 'n