This is a song about "Mix the beast"

Nigga i'm a beast on the porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

I’m the beast and you’re the beauty

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

They think they bring that pain

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Snow white the beauty, i'm the beast,

No longer with us; he's deceased