This is a song about "Mix"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

So i don't spill my mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six