This is a song about "Mix"

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Big stacks, no lego bricks

"money and blood don't mix

Fighting with my weak hand

You must mix that with dank

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

You just tryin' to run game

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

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

If we ain't right and always at the throats