This is a song about "Blue yeti"

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Face blue, comparable to denim

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Outta the fucking blue/

I'm a still love you

Roses are red and violets are blue

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

You can have this place/memories have me blue.

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

And it'll make you feel blue

Is because of you