This is a song about "You blue hair as roast"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You got me blue and lonely

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Yes my hair might be blue on monday

G-5 sitting on the runway

I'm cutting you up like a hair salon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Disappear like you interfere, out of the blue

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you