This is a song about "Mix"

And bijies like im out and

You must mix that with dank

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

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

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

Im a mix of eminem and pac, but just a bit ruder

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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