This is a song about "Mix"

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

I walk around understanding the politics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Miami nights, made a couple grand

You must mix that with dank

So here i am at the store for some chips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And add nightmares to the mix.