This is a song about "Im rollin with the red killin niggas with the blue"

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Im always killin in the mic,

Im always killin in the mic,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Im always killin in the mic,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I looked outside and saw the red and blue