This is a song about "Mix"

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes