This is a song about "Got the blues"

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

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

The foes, they got bitter,

Ya'll wife and white knight her

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

Five shots she ready to leave

Got the mind of a thief...

I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Cause i break it out a lot

Got yo girl in the spot

Got the lyrical intent

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest