This is a song about "Fruits and colors"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Bleedin through colors til my mind can't function

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Bit by bit showing my colors

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

I be gettin' money

And all the fruits agree

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Enemies are my colors, the floor the palette/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned