This is a song about "Being mixed"

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers