This is a song about "Mix"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Used to find dope in his coat

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

"money and blood don't mix

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I'm neo in the matrix

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,