This is a song about "True colors"

You good man, we don't want you

It's like we were not true

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Assuring lines were true

Niggas that guided me through

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Loud sound, big colors when the lights off

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

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

But i let off everything i have