This is a song about "Trail mix"

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

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

A trail of tears to hell will be your condemnation

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways