This is a song about "Mixed"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

I can't even list,the shit all just mixed,held in the

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

To come and change my life around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Destined to win, get respect where i live