This is a song about "Mix"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I walk around understanding the politics

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

He got you sick, he takes the mix

My team getting digits

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes