This is a song about "Blue mist cafe shisha"

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

I live in a zoo

And pissing red, white, and blue

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

And no nigga gon love you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

If you know like i know, you should lie low

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you