This is a song about "Colors and things"

Surrounded by negativity and the things i felt.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Bit by bit showing my colors

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

And wonder why things are so difficult

The deepest of your feelings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

We never tattle, let god handle that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

You u can go back home and erase all the things

My city's culture to the game now in existence

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

And wonder why things are so difficult

Oldest nation on this earth

Threes two different colors