This is a song about "Mix"

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

It's moe, all i need is more chips

So i don't spill my mix

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter