This is a song about "Trail mix"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And add nightmares to the mix.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So here i am at the store for some chips

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

You must mix that with dank

I'll get to em when i land