This is a song about "Blue peter"

Your aura, royal blue,

And word i blew off herb i grew

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

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

But you look so cute in blue...

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

I'll tell you baby that we're through

U look so down why your turning blue

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

I wanna be next to you

Outta the fucking blue/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,