This is a song about "Zal clues"

How could i lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

I knew there was monastery clues on how to play it cool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

I got all the right words but wrong clues

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

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

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

How could i lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love