This is a song about "Blue pen"

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

I could think of a couple positions for you

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

High everyday my favorite color blue

Then to try to chase these men

The paper to the pen.

Outta the fucking blue/

Shawty can i taste you

U look so down why your turning blue

I was twelve when the gunned you

I just pick up the pen

Car seats got screens in them

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

He ain't give a fuck about you