This is a song about "Reppin colors"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

But true colors show when the lies have been told

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

Raised by a momma who, who

Ugh, 1 nug, 2 nug, 3 nug, 4, i just want to blow colors,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Enemies are my colors, the floor the palette/