This is a song about "Mixed martial arts"

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

Mixed with open temptations

She likes the way it hits her lips