This is a song about "Mixing drugs"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Cause i bounce around like im drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Plottin' don’t even worry

That these drugs brought to me/

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

They say he the key to my blessings

Hoping that he's listening

To your payroll to stop my mixing

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse