This is a song about "Stealth mix"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

You must mix that with dank

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.