This is a song about "Miami blues"

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

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

That i burn up like miami beaches/

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

Its cold as shit in this booth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues