This is a song about "Mix match socks"

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Gasoline and matches is disastrous, one match two match, a fire flashes,

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I'm all talk, a smart ass wit tall socks,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

They got me trapped

Met my match/ chest is stabbed

And add nightmares to the mix.

You can hear it in my lyrics

No match to my flow, dog

And i listen to thought

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops