This is a song about "Sauron of many colors"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

So many of us, must be seven hundreds, many proppers and eleven others

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

Too many years of racism allow me with greater wisdom,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Just one of the many problems on my long list

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Too many of you whinny kids coming off as assholes,