This is a song about "Mix race"

In his body and face

Slow and steady wins the race,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You must mix that with dank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks