This is a song about "Mix the peanut butter mix the jelly put it all together tastes good in your belly the feud between the families lasted very long but now they get along since the children are gone"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

And add nightmares to the mix.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And now it’s not just a feud, they wanna win the battle,

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Talented niggas since walkin towards the wrong, never lasted long

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between