This is a song about "Jazz blues"

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Of dust n feud ur #smoked n #played like #cigs n #blues bitch ya doomed

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

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

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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