This is a song about "Mix"

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

I walk around understanding the politics

I mix it with, six different liquors and

That happen to act like a black president

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

Through all the rain and the pain

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her