This is a song about "12 bar blues"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I walk into the fuckin bar

Hope my city is not too far

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Unless you want me to take this bar to your face?

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I guzzle up at the bar

See, i like the person that you are

Put me down, i won't take shit. raise the bar a bit.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket