This is a song about "Blues clues"

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

New released nike shoes, pay your dues, get the clues,

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

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

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

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

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

You couldn't ship gold records if the only copy you pressed was solid gold

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