This is a song about "Prison house blues"

But it's more like a prison

And when it's said and done

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

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

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen