This is a song about "The mix up"

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Perfect mix of songs over the illest beats, both old school classic tracks

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

So i don't spill my mix

The youngest of my mother kids