This is a song about "Mix tape"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Went out and had a church of kids

"money and blood don't mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

See, where i come from is hard

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

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

But you never come when you period is five days