This is a song about "Blue mist cafe shisha"

Your aura, royal blue,

What preceded was the clue

And it'll make you feel blue

I wanna be next to you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

U look so down why your turning blue

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

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I make a way for my people to see the light

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right