This is a song about "Mixture"

That you'd more than likely die if i add trying to the mixture

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

But i believe i possess the right mixture of charisma

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

You know...you know who you are

N imma squeeze it like a mixture

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,