This is a song about "Mixed race mafia"

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Yea... the human race, magnificent,

About disaster in the world and

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I know your feelin mixed emotions

You're uncool like my mother kin

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Dont run now, this is not a race