This is a song about "Mixed kid"

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Chronicles and retakes, two things mixed together makes no change.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love