This is a song about "Mix shit together"

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

So i don't spill my mix

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Want to make another collab together/

You gon' tip her

Can't keep it together

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

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Together yeah cause i had enough of you shit rhymes

The shit we been through together u dont know

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.