This is a song about "Mix"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Twist me up, let me crank

You must mix that with dank

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

She likes the way it hits her lips