This is a song about "Mix"

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

And the v12, that's on various trips

So i don't spill my mix

Went out and had a church of kids

And add nightmares to the mix.

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

They say that i never cease to amaze

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

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks