This is a song about "Separating mixtures"

You start separating quicker with every fucking week man

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Separating paradigms deprecating megatron

We just trynna be winners

Minds lucid from the mixtures