This is a song about "Mix"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

"money and blood don't mix

When you spill out hits

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And now your best friend's having kids

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim