This is a song about "Blue spy"

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

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

U look so down why your turning blue

Your aura, royal blue,

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

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

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer