This is a song about "Being mixed"

Chronicles and retakes, two things mixed together makes no change.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I can't even list,the shit all just mixed,held in the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Served you like a restaurant ,mixed with a bit of taunt

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

First off congratulations on the win

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing