This is a song about "Mix"

And the v12, that's on various trips

"money and blood don't mix

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

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

Went out and had a church of kids

So i don't spill my mix

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

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

The youngest of my mother kids

He got you sick, he takes the mix

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

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

So much to say a scrabble game