This is a song about "Mix"

And the v12, that's on various trips

"money and blood don't mix

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

So i don't spill my mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

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

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

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