This is a song about "Got the blues"

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

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Going broke, no sir

The foes, they got bitter,

The memories we've got,

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Stop it if you scared

Got the lyrical intent

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

I got the juice, i got the juice (yup!)

Course not, i'm big like horse nut