This is a song about "Mix take"

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

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

"money and blood don't mix

I be giving work to the kids

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And add nightmares to the mix.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

The faker they shakin' my hand

You must mix that with dank