This is a song about "Mixed up"

Chronicles and retakes, two things mixed together makes no change.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Served you like a restaurant ,mixed with a bit of taunt

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Man i'm a sick fuck, don't get it mixed up

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

I know your feelin mixed emotions

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other