This is a song about "Mix"

The youngest of my mother kids

So i don't spill my mix

You must mix that with dank

And i can write a hook fast

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

He got you sick, he takes the mix

The jiggas and the tips