This is a song about "Mixed people"

I can't even list,the shit all just mixed,held in the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

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

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

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

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

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