This is a song about "Blues"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Go! you free to go about your business

From the lake to the blues every day life is

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

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

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

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news