This is a song about "Mix ups"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

So i don't spill my mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

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

Searching for fortune and fame

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

She likes the way it hits her lips