This is a song about "Boys and mixed signals"

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Well, i can handle that

With words so mixed and twisted

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

And send you into toxic liquid mixed with nitrogen,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

And, boys try to pull a fast one

But girl you got me open

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep