This is a song about "Mix"

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You must mix that with dank

And i ain't trying to land

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

"money and blood don't mix

I be giving work to the kids

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks