This is a song about "Got the blues"

Got the lyrical intent

Nigga i ain't never scared

Just searching for the perfect shot

Got yo girl in the spot

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Made the road clearer

The foes, they got bitter,

How simple they are

The foes, they got bitter,

Laziness got the best of them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth