This is a song about "Colors and things"

Bit by bit showing my colors

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And the the things we're still demanding;

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

I'mma sign that work and release that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i am mad, and things look bad/