This is a song about "Mixed people"

I-i'ma take her down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

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

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Mixed with excision of inhibition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin