This is a song about "Mixed trash"

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Rhymes mixed with sharpness easily off this

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

I can get straight to the cash