This is a song about "My blue sweatshirt"

Back like i never ever left in the first

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

And pissing red, white, and blue

You not dressed in blue,you ain't from my zoo

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

High everyday my favorite color blue

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you