This is a song about "Mix"

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

You must mix that with dank

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

So i don't spill my mix

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips