This is a song about "Blue suede shoes"

Your aura, royal blue,

You good man, we don't want you

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Crockadillys are the shoes for me

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Vsu don't regret you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Not to shit on you

Until your face turns blue

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

U look so down why your turning blue