This is a song about "Jazz blues"

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

This that reggie against the knicks shit, jordan 'gainst the jazz/

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

From the lake to the blues every day life is

: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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth