This is a song about "Broken promises blues"

I don't trust no one

Streaks are made to broken

I hope i can resist, but i don't make promises

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

A turn of events could be eminence or broken promises

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cold world no blanket son

Are grieving and broken

Thanks for achieving all the promises

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses