This is a song about "Blue ivy"

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

My favorite color is blue

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I think i could save you

But you look so cute in blue...

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Ridin smokin dimes like im blinded just slightly

So call me pac man cos you're a ghost that's blue

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

And pissing red, white, and blue

I was twelve when the gunned you