This is a song about "Mixed martial arts"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

And i know - there'll never be peace

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

I put the nigga in his casket

So before i go, you should harvest food

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

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut