This is a song about "Mix"

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

And the v12, that's on various trips

"money and blood don't mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Doin what i want, light a blunt mix it with a bottle of gin,