This is a song about "Mixed martial arts"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

With words so mixed and twisted

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Even with my martial art #discipline, im #vicious and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

The revolution will proceed

Cuz i'm pure bred and you a mixed breed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost