This is a song about "Mixed trash"

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Just because you said my shit was trash,

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And 53 percent of whites are just seen as "gutter trash",

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

It's a fools fatewithout your word

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this