This is a song about "Mix take"

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

"money and blood don't mix

She likes the way it hits her lips

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Just another product of this matrix

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes