This is a song about "Mixture"

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Penis, vagina im a mixture of all it

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

That you'd more than likely die if i add trying to the mixture

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame