This is a song about "With out you my days are blue"

So i know you got to watch out for the warm days

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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

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

While i rock out with my cock out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

My pages are blank, now i realized i’ve that wasted my days,

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

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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