This is a song about "Blue butter in my sandals"

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Melt this track like butter

So we'll just suffer

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

You not dressed in blue,you ain't from my zoo

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

Then i gotta say peace to you

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

And you all will respect that

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling i’ma neutral

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual