This is a song about "Mix"

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

So i don't spill my mix

They bringing me fish and chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

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