This is a song about "Violets are blue"

And it'll make you feel blue

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

I wanna be next to you

Outta the fucking blue/

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

And told her to go to bed, her face turned blue,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Face blue, comparable to denim

Your aura, royal blue,

I bet that mirror gon show you

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

I really love my miami crew