This is a song about "Violets are blue"

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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

U look so down why your turning blue

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Roses are red and violets are blue

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

My capillaries are few and the blood runs blue

I'm torching it like i'm burning blue,

I'll tell you baby that we're through

And word i blew off herb i grew

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

I wanna get with you

But you look so cute in blue...