This is a song about "The 39 clues"

All on the furniture with no regards

Sitting viewing blue's clues best say your psalms

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Intendent attend them, cool cause