This is a song about "Mix"

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

They say that i never cease to amaze

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I only got four minutes

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

Size 9 fly kicks

So i don't spill my mix

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets