This is a song about "Rock blues"

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Givin back the sand til we center rock

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..

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

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

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

You and your bitch rock it,