This is a song about "Blues"

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Now they fallin off like nutso on above the rim

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

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

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

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos