This is a song about "Mix race"

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

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.

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And add nightmares to the mix.

Tryin hard to hide my face

Dont run now, this is not a race

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips