This is a song about "Mixed feelings"

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Hoes catchin semen they get mixed feelings like wet cement,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Words cannot describe my feelings

Mixed with open temptations

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I'm so deeply sorry for hurting your feelings,