This is a song about "Mix"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"money and blood don't mix

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Riding around without a fuck given

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics