This is a song about "Pitch black confused"

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

So damn fucking confused

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

Im confused and distressed, happy yet im depressed

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Coming back with this shit bitch

I never miss everytime i pitch

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Trust me, if my niggas pitch, i can't catch

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Top dropped down, black on black

My four-four's givin payback

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

I bet your name is stan, it's alright to be confused.