This is a song about "Boys and mixed signals"

The revolution will proceed

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

With words so mixed and twisted

I was on my sway shit

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Hired the whole family like mobsters

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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