This is a song about "Mixed clan"

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I really love my miami crew

Wu tang clan the w and the u

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

But let me inspire someone who can

If you feel it, it must be real just

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

Girl listen, trying to position

Mixed with excision of inhibition