This is a song about "Mixed martial arts"

And you all will respect that

With words so mixed and twisted

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

Rappers please step forward

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

All on the furniture with no regards

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

They bringing me fish and chips

Mixed with open temptations