This is a song about "Confuse"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Some may confuse my happiness with negative traits.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

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

I puzzle an confuse mcs i'm a #quizzical #figure

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her