This is a song about "Mixed up"

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

So here i am at the store for some chips

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Pick em' up and knock em' down

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,