This is a song about "Confusion"

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

I feel i'm losing myself day by day confusion wiping reason away/

You just working with the scraps you was given

Confusion, moonlit masking that i'm fused in/

I got a choice to speak my voice but its all confusion

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

She never ready to go so she forever come

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Gives confusion i'm trapped in, a usual dilemma

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion