This is a song about "Mix match socks"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

They bringing me fish and chips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Youre a burning match

You can't match the greatest,

If i lost you be patient

Don’t pay as much for socks

Where would i be without my dogs

"money and blood don't mix

Went out and had a church of kids

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes