This is a song about "Mix"

New canvas she need a new stroke

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

You must mix that with dank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Just another product of this matrix

Just to match the grind with precision

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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