This is a song about "Red white and blue"

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

And it'll make you feel blue

If only i could rap to you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

And humans bleed red and blue, and it’s insane,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You got me blue and lonely