This is a song about "Currey blue"

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Come battle the blue dragon

Can't nothing come between me and you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

You can have this place/memories have me blue.

Face blue, comparable to denim

They had a hell of a run

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

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

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes