This is a song about "Headphones red blue gold"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

I looked outside and saw the red and blue

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I could never wait to get new headphones and wear it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

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

Until your face turns blue

Streets is calling you

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

High everyday my favorite color blue

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you