This is a song about "Mix"

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

The faker they shakin' my hand

You must mix that with dank

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So i don't spill my mix

She likes the way it hits her lips