This is a song about "Blues middle school"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises

From the lake to the blues every day life is

Baby girl my stroke official

Peace out, salute with my middle

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news