This is a song about "Blues clues"

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

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

How could i lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

From the lake to the blues every day life is

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Sitting viewing blue's clues best say your psalms

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I knew there was monastery clues on how to play it cool