This is a song about "Mixed up"

The concept is so absurd

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

About some tyga beef shit

With words so mixed and twisted

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Another rapper mixed in with gangster mothafucka you're not tupac!

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck