This is a song about "Mix shit together"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Puttin two and two together

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Together yeah cause i had enough of you shit rhymes

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix