This is a song about "Mixed breed"

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

You look like a hallucination from speed, a rejected breed, victim of an pro's creed/

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Cuse to me it seem like greed we breed it.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Too focused, one word

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,