This is a song about "12 bar blues"

And once you at a bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Just to let you know, you are

And dont start it in a bar

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Walks in a bar weapon suppressed, bullet proof vest

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..