This is a song about "Blue bag"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

He ain't give a fuck about you

U look so down why your turning blue

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

And pissing red, white, and blue

When i get to warwick avenue

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

Roses are red and violets are blue

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

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you