This is a song about "Stealth mix"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

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

And now your best friend's having kids

"money and blood don't mix

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

He got you sick, he takes the mix

When you spill out hits

So i don't spill my mix