This is a song about "Black and blue"

I looked outside and saw the red and blue

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

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

Yo, i'll bet she be back

And i thought i was black

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You got me blue and lonely

And had a good black friday

I’m tryna be low key

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

'bout wondering why the sky's blue, and what it tastes like