This is a song about "Mix"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Took me a while just to write those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

You must mix that with dank

And i can write a hook fast