This is a song about "Mix"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

My team getting digits

So i don't spill my mix

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets