This is a song about "Blue mist cafe shisha"

I ain't tryna diss you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

Said do you even know the meaning of mist

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Until your face turns blue

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist

But you look so cute in blue...

I'll tell you baby that we're through

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

I really love my miami crew

Ion wanna see my nigga blue