This is a song about "Stealth mix"

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

All green nigga pick six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Came out of no where you can call that stealth.

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

And add nightmares to the mix.

And now your best friend's having kids

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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