This is a song about "Mix"

The day before is better than the present

I mix it with, six different liquors and

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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