This is a song about "Stealth mix"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

"money and blood don't mix

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

You pay your favorite stripper car note

It's too dope coz i mix that with coke

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter