This is a song about "Red vs blue"

I looked outside and saw the red and blue

I really love my miami crew

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

And word i blew off herb i grew

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

But i ain't had none in a while i need your aspirations

Blue or red? neither...you're dead too

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

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

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due