This is a song about "Russian blue"

Outta the fucking blue/

Why we gotta argue

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Face blue, comparable to denim

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

She gonna dance when that molly through

You reflect me, i love that about you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

Wolf gang, triple six crew

And it'll make you feel blue

Come battle the blue dragon

Go where you ain't been

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed