This is a song about "Harlem blues"

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

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

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

So many would say you lose, let me investigate like blues clues,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks