This is a song about "Mix"

And the v12, that's on various trips

So i don't spill my mix

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Mami... she open, she open

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,