This is a song about "Colors"

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Threes two different colors

Let's enjoy our younger years

It's broken yet happy, flashy with colors of it's other personality

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see