This is a song about "My blue sweatshirt"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

My favorite color is blue

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

But, justin you wouldn't have the hood behind you if you wearing a sweatshirt

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

U look so down why your turning blue

She will never get by, no how no way

Yes my hair might be blue on monday