This is a song about "Confuse"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Confuse onlookers, as this crook is serving you from a jug

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Never put you on mute, cos you're my muse even if i confuse

When they get jealous, they confuse it

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

These lines are from my mind, not others, so don't confuse it

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit