This is a song about "Nike blue weed badman"

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Redan road, that’s my street

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

Until your face turns blue

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

You good man, we don't want you

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Roses are red and violets are blue

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete