This is a song about "Blues music"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

I just wanna make music,

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

You make elevator music

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Making dollar bills out of music

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news