This is a song about "Mix"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

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

Got racks you don’t understand

You must mix that with dank

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

It's moe, all i need is more chips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her