This is a song about "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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

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

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

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

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