This is a song about "The blue"

Many casualties follow when i beat the beat black and blue

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

Round my motherfuckin way

Out the blue lyrical murder like i slaughter cops,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling i’ma neutral

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Outta the fucking blue/

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

He screens every call and remember the blue dress