This is a song about "Blue bag"

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Your aura, royal blue,

It may be not the same for you

Outta the fucking blue/

Then i gotta say peace to you

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

And pissing red, white, and blue

Raised by a momma who, who

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

I was twelve when the gunned you

And it'll make you feel blue

I can do better without you