This is a song about "Colors and things"

And i hope maybe we feel the same things,

They say he the key to my blessings

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

With chilled feet i just grinned and started to key things

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

I only got four minutes

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Actions speak louder than words

Threes two different colors

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

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