This is a song about "Mix"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,