This is a song about "Mix"

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

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

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

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And the v12, that's on various trips

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

So i don't spill my mix

The jiggas and the tips

You must mix that with dank

The faker they shakin' my hand