This is a song about "Mix"

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And add nightmares to the mix.

When you spill out hits

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

They could never understand

You must mix that with dank

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?