This is a song about "Mixed race mafia"

Slow and steady wins the race,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Dont run now, this is not a race

Just know that i'm always

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Mixed with open temptations

Once again, sit back, lets not race

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Together all the timethought it was true love