This is a song about "Mixed em"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

With words so mixed and twisted

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.