This is a song about "Fruits and colors"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

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

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And all the fruits agree

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

Threes two different colors

Talking of the gods you serve

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city