This is a song about "Separating mixtures"

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

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Separating paradigms deprecating megatron

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

You start separating quicker with every fucking week man

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,