This is a song about "Mix"

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

So i don't spill my mix

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

I mix it with, six different liquors and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Im a mix between a blood and a crip