This is a song about "Colors and things"

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

When i am mad, and things look bad/

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I know i have to get out and just make things right. (make things right)

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

But right now id rather fool around and break things

But make sure if they do see

And i'll make things creamy

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,