This is a song about "Mix it up"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

All the genius in the dirt that's been lost in the mix up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

So i don't spill my mix

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Our everything, you devoured it up.

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck