This is a song about "Fuck colors"

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

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Better yet they work my every nerve

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Well, theres a coloring book filled with colors from me, i tried my best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years