This is a song about "Confuse"

When they get jealous, they confuse it

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

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

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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