This is a song about "Mix race"

The youngest of my mother kids

So i don't spill my mix

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

"money and blood don't mix

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Made me loose faith on human race.

Tryin hard to hide my face

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Can't stop so do you want to race,