This is a song about "Mix"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

600 benz, house six hundred grand

You must mix that with dank

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So i don't spill my mix