This is a song about "Mix"

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Grown men in this game

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

"money and blood don't mix

When you spill out hits

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

She don't even need a job, got one anyways