This is a song about "Stealth mix"

You must mix that with dank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

And add nightmares to the mix.

She likes the way it hits her lips

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Cause he learned to control and he's an expert in stealth

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears