This is a song about "Mixtures and solutions"

Negative energy who said? there are no solutions.

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

To make karma come faster than she normally will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And leave you dead and gone like that t.i and timberlake song

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,