This is a song about "Blue balls"

Shawty can i taste you

And pissing red, white, and blue

So take my bat and these base balls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Man, girl thank you

Outta the fucking blue/

Huh, a metaphor of course

Don't test me unless you got the balls

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

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue

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

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Your aura, royal blue,

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave