This is a song about "Reppin colors"

But true colors show when the lies have been told

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

Bit by bit showing my colors

Penncounting pennys over tha years

But one day they'd be reppin in our clique

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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