This is a song about "Mix i"

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

"money and blood don't mix

The jiggas and the tips

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

So i don't spill my mix

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Twist me up, let me crank

You must mix that with dank