This is a song about "Mixed babies"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I know your feelin mixed emotions

I'm killing off,all the babies

Gotta go, let her leave

When she sees me she might have babies

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Because i'll eat yo babies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Handicapping amass babies

4-3... yea, remember that please

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Promise if you hold me down

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done