This is a song about "Mixed emotions"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Until your choking 'n' jolting and showing emotions

So i guess that's where i hide my things

The aura of my emotions

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Mixed with open temptations

When you spill out hits