This is a song about "Mix"

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

He got you sick, he takes the mix

And the v12, that's on various trips

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups