This is a song about "Mix ups"

He got you sick, he takes the mix

She likes the way it hits her lips

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Your career has more downs than ups like a yo-yo

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So i don't spill my mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets