This is a song about "Mix"

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

So i don't spill my mix

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Been running around trying find a job

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

And add nightmares to the mix.

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

"money and blood don't mix

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

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