This is a song about "Mix"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

So i don't spill my mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix