This is a song about "Blue jays"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Outta the fucking blue/

Wanna spend it all on you

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i just love your flashy ways

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

But you never come when you period is five days

If your man can't keep up wit you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

To compare me with him is like nike to jays

And pissing red, white, and blue

Raised by a momma who, who