This is a song about "Mix"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen