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 anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

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

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

I live my life in tha fast lane