This is a song about "Blue mist cafe shisha"

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

We believed in you

And pissing red, white, and blue

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Starting to imagine that i am seeing mist

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

...mist of rap...whatever, it don't matter, shit

And it'll make you feel blue

The boa know they loving the crew

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

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

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue