This is a song about "Mixed signals"

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Fire lit, diffuse the wick, mixed with vodka and gin,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Scarin rappers like i was mixed with a wicked ghost

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

That going through some things

Mixed with open temptations

I never fit in with them light skins

I know your feelin mixed emotions