This is a song about "Mix"

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?//

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Amazing what you get when you mix big, marley,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Won't risk a one on one, you throw your friends in the mix

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Went out and had a church of kids

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix