This is a song about "Mix race"

Slow and steady wins the race,

It'll last for all these crazy days

Can't stop so do you want to race,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

It feels like a big race,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Dont run now, this is not a race

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips