This is a song about "Blue cross"

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Cross left cross right, now dribble down the paint

You got me blue and lonely

But am i less holy

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

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

I'm a still love you

Until your face turns blue

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Outta the fucking blue/

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Your aura, royal blue,

Thank god i found you

High everyday my favorite color blue

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you