This is a song about "Mix race"

Made me loose faith on human race.

Just know that i'm always

Shout out bobby on hundreds

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

You can hear it in my lyrics

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Once again, sit back, lets not race