This is a song about "Mixed signals"

I know that love it could begin

Mixed with excision of inhibition

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Chemicals were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Extreme signals surfacing will i have to stay awhile,

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck