This is a song about "A blue saree girl"

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

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

She will never get by, no how no way

Getting higher than a fuking blue jay.

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

I'm a be so rocky than the fuking blue ridge.

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

I've been noticing a change, all across the blue sky

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Had a dream bout to come true, man why you feelin blue?

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

And drew up a blue image of the day she died