This is a song about "Mix"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin