This is a song about "Mix race"

And pray for better days

My pace makes you start to race

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Let's face it, i can’t replace

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

You're listening to this mix tape 'n