This is a song about "Mix"

All green nigga pick six

And add nightmares to the mix.

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Bad rap, cuties claim

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Took me a while just to write those

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,