This is a song about "Mix"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

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

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

You somewhere, getting your life in order

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I mix it with, six different liquors and