This is a song about "Clues"

I got all the right words but wrong clues

Now concentrate until you get the juice

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

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

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

I knew there was monastery clues on how to play it cool

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

Sitting viewing blue's clues best say your psalms

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

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

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

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views