This is a song about "Mix"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

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

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

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

You must mix that with dank

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate