This is a song about "Blue face hundreds"

The boa know they loving the crew

Your aura, royal blue,

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Wanna spend it all on you

U look so down why your turning blue

Water so blue man its so clear

A couple of sprites but no beer

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Until your face turns blue

I call em up, they might fall through