This is a song about "Flustered"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Getting butt hurt by my rhymes, face red looking flustered.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

Tummies are flustered with ulcers and sores

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised