This is a song about "Boys and mixed signals"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Saying they this and that

With words so mixed and twisted

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

And send you into toxic liquid mixed with nitrogen,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren