This is a song about "Mix i"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I mix it with, six different liquors and

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

And add nightmares to the mix.

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy