This is a song about "Blues"

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

I wake back up i cant find my car i gotta blues clues

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues