This is a song about "Anger love confusion transit"

Im trying to work on my anger/

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And i ain't frontin for her

Ive got to much anger

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

You are a confusing confusion

And through this confusion what he deduced was

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them