This is a song about "Mix"

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

And the v12, that's on various trips

So i don't spill my mix

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,