This is a song about "Mix"

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

You must mix that with dank

And i can write a hook fast

And now your best friend's having kids

He got you sick, he takes the mix