This is a song about "Blue ragoon"

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

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

You got me blue and lonely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Face blue, comparable to denim

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

Look, ambition will define you

And it'll make you feel blue

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

So call me pac man cos you're a ghost that's blue

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue