SONG - Confused

pure fucking wind up, wasting all my time, pass my weed so I can grind up

bitch ass where your brain? im begging, please jus go and find one,

a right one, one that does you justice so you aint still money tight bum

dickhead, sick of rhyming violence, man I promise,

im writing so I vibe instead of crying to be honest,

if the issue minor but there's fighting bitch im on it

I deserve a treat like knock a bitch clean out go right around her bonnet

all these man call me a rocket, please come off it,

my character is massive, not even half is fitting in your pocket

big dick energy of mine is coming fucking solid

make a man start feeling like he shot right out of the closet

how exotic, I mean my voice is deep I think I kinda get your logic

im joking like a comic

but its funny coz its true you seem confused a bit neurotic