This is a song about "Big jazz blues"

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

So many would say you lose, let me investigate like blues clues,

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

These wussies pretending to stand big

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose