This is a song about "Headphones red blue gold"

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue

Until your face turns blue

I'm coming home with you

Blue or red? neither...you're dead too

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

And kids who feel like outcast just sit with blaring headphones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I looked outside and saw the red and blue