This is a song about "Mixed signals"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium

With words so mixed and twisted

My bitches fuck me good

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Destined to win, get respect where i live

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck