This is a song about "Confuse angry"

I'm angry as shit, call it irritable bowels/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

This is everything that we call hype

Yeah locked out of life, the angry wife , sounds right

Now you got me hopped up on that

I was angry and sad

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

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

Or leave him angry heating.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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