This is a song about "Mix it up"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Working the drywall partying it up

What a mess! but we clean in the club