This is a song about "Mix"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

So i don't spill my mix

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I ain't interested in fame

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix