This is a song about "Pitch black confused"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Wanna hear me, go wait in line and pitch a tent

Can't win with a passive attack

Top dropped down, black on black

Kick it up a notch, the next level, a higher pitch

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Wanted to hit, but then i started to spit, got a pitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I've got one hell of a pitch, so listen in

I know they pay me too much of attention

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Thank fuck this is just lyrics we don't need to adjust the pitch