This is a song about "Mix ups"

And add nightmares to the mix.

The youngest of my mother kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

For the one night stand

You must mix that with dank

So i don't spill my mix

And the v12, that's on various trips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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