This is a song about "Little mix makes perrie and jade cry"

As the so called weak weep and cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

And add nightmares to the mix.

And the v12, that's on various trips

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Im a mix between a blood and a crip

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt