This is a song about "Tangled"

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Letting me drown into your tangled up mess that will break us in two

And they all mint condition

Lies, tangled with fiction

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Thinkin' about the tangled memories that's harbored in my brain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain