This is a song about "Mix tapes"

Went out and had a church of kids

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

All the bitches know my name

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

6 lives without question, and tapes his recluse

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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