This is a song about "Mix"

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

I mix it with, six different liquors and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks