This is a song about "Confuse"

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,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

When they get jealous, they confuse it

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

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

Some may confuse my happiness with negative traits.

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit