This is a song about "Mix ups"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

I walk around understanding the politics

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

And add nightmares to the mix.

I be giving work to the kids

Go through ups and downs,through right and wrong

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids