This is a song about "Mix"

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

I mix it with, six different liquors and

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,