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

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Bullshitting that nigga did his shit for the clippers

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

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

Separating paradigms deprecating megatron