This is a song about "Mix take"

Around my way, i'm cut throat

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Just another product of this matrix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

So i don't spill my mix

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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