This is a song about "Colors"

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

But i let off everything i have

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Well, theres a coloring book filled with colors from me, i tried my best

Bit by bit showing my colors

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand