This is a song about "Mix it up"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So i don't spill my mix

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

You must mix that with dank

The faker they shakin' my hand

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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