This is a song about "Mix"

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I'm neo in the matrix

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

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

If you ever feel alone and

You must mix that with dank

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

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