This is a song about "Mix"

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

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

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You must mix that with dank

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

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

So much to say a scrabble game

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free