This is a song about "Blue"

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Why we gotta argue

But five years from now i bet she see

You got me blue and lonely

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

U look so down why your turning blue

Roses are red and violets are blue

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Face blue, comparable to denim

I just wanna go to the slum

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you