This is a song about "Mixed signals"

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Uppity bitches, handling business

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up