This is a song about "Getting you back"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

You aint getting none,son,you need skills with bars

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Cant say that i started getting over you,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Getting back to just spitting with all my motherfuckin might/

You must be getting faded

Or who did, cause i did

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Getting me back, i got other options, plenty of fish in the sea/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

What it'll do. slice you back