This is a song about "Blues"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

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

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos