This is a song about "Mixture"

Of impactful things one can ask for

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'm the sick mixture, pricks i'll give ya shit to lime lighters,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

While still fixed on the mixture of scriptures mixin' and reactin' as though

The chemicals i hit are a completely different mixture

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her