This is a song about "Mix"

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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

So i don't spill my mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You must mix that with dank

Fighting with my weak hand

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I mix it with, six different liquors and

The day before is better than the present