This is a song about "Mix"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

So i don't spill my mix

Size 9 fly kicks

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,