This is a song about "Colors"

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

While she colors her big brother and mother and dad

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,