This is a song about "My blue sweatshirt"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Your aura, royal blue,

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard

That's word to mr. sweatshirt let me get back

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

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

I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew

Outta the fucking blue/

I can do better without you