This is a song about "Mix it up"

They just don't give a fuck

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

So i don't spill my mix

And the v12, that's on various trips

Don't know her name those ain't really important

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Got racks you don’t understand

You must mix that with dank

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

I ain't interested in fame

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