This is a song about "Mix"

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

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

Miami nights, made a couple grand

You must mix that with dank

What up girl, tell me how you been

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

So i don't spill my mix

I mix it with, six different liquors and

But got comma’s in my statement

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

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