This is a song about "Pitch black confused"

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Fuck with me and youll wake up in a pitch black pit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Part of me jumps with happiness but the other stays confused

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

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

Educate yourselves, of africa

Just like tila tequila you're confused;

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit