This is a song about "Island of the blue dolphins"

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

A pair of pretty made up baby blue cold steel staring surprise

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoke an eighth of blue dream so i'm not intense

It's no longer a new jack city

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress