This is a song about "Got the blues"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

He say, she say, oh my god

The memories we've got,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

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

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

First off congratulations on the win

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Now look at the life uve got.

Murdered every bod from my squad

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Got the passion for the music