This is a song about "Mix shit together"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Together yeah cause i had enough of you shit rhymes

Then get myself together/

I think it excited her

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

"money and blood don't mix

Grown men in this game

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

He got you sick, he takes the mix

They bringing me fish and chips

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

And put it back together again but in a different way so thy shit in your mind

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Y'all needa get ya shit together cause against society you ain't shit