This is a song about "Red vs blue"

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Vs me taking a step

Holla out my set

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

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

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?

Your aura, royal blue,

Don't fuck around and make it true

Win or lose red or blue we must all stay true

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue