This is a song about "The mix up"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Sell a dub mix some drugs

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

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

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

So i don't spill my mix

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Are you ready to be blowed up like a big mix?

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Y’all knowi always represent my people to tha fullestyeah, i'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets

Lord created all in six add a double six crucifix is no longer the fix u brought satan into the mix/

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I be giving work to the kids