This is a song about "Blueberry"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

In every bird i see fly

I can't ascend to the garden of eden?

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Right car with the wrong thang

This the land of the white man

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

These french pancakes give me the crepes

I make it look easy like a bird humming

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here