This is a song about "Confused hooker"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

As he grew up he got more confused

Well, from my viewpoint i felt helplessly confused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

I must go like fly route

So damn fucking confused