This is a song about "Mixed people"

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Served you like a restaurant ,mixed with a bit of taunt

I style on new york, pile up my fork

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

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

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Ima slow it down, down, down

It's just my soda mixed with brown