This is a song about "Mix ups"

You must mix that with dank

Just hustling you understand

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

And now your best friend's having kids

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups