This is a song about "Blue ass"

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Your aura, royal blue,

No soup for you

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

U look so down why your turning blue

You good man, we don't want you

Until your face turns blue

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Face blue, comparable to denim

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

I bet that mirror gon show you