This is a song about "Being mixed"

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I don't want no fucking crown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

With words so mixed and twisted

I was on my sway shit

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin