This is a song about "Fruits and colors"

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Loud sound, big colors when the lights off

And all the fruits agree

What them tippers don't see

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut