This is a song about "Mix match socks"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

Cause i break it out a lot

No match to my flow, dog

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

And add nightmares to the mix.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips