This is a song about "Mix"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

"money and blood don't mix

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

When you spill out hits

And add nightmares to the mix.