This is a song about "Currey blue"

Then i gotta say peace to you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

You got me blue and lonely

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

And i'm a just take another guess

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Swear i'm trying to get through

Your aura, royal blue,

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

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