This is a song about "Mix"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

But got comma’s in my statement

I mix it with, six different liquors and

You’re on neon lights in my bank

You must mix that with dank

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

They say that karats help your vision

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And now your best friend's having kids

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip