This is a song about "Mixed clan"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

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

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Raised by a momma who, who

Wu tang clan the w and the u

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies