This is a song about "A blue saree girl"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

And he, what's his name, earl

Messing with love hit a new girl

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Got your girl in a submission

Well wishes to my opposition

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue