This is a song about "Blue fire"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your on fire.. your on fire

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

And pissing red, white, and blue

Because my soul spit like fire

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Swear i'm trying to get through

But you look so cute in blue...

And it'll make you feel blue

That means two, between me and you

Roses are red and violets are blue

Watching for the cops that's moving through