This is a song about "Mix"

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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