This is a song about "Mix ups"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

He got you sick, he takes the mix

My way like a usher song

Go through ups and downs,through right and wrong

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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