This is a song about "Blue mist"

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

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

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

And pissing red, white, and blue

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

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Then i gotta say peace to you

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Roses are red and violets are blue

But you look so cute in blue...

I can't ever change without you

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Malia family, we the family