This is a song about "Blues clues"

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

I got all the right words but wrong clues

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

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes