This is a song about "True colors"

Rewrite the elements of my natural colors, and i

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

But true colors show when the lies have been told

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Striving to survive when colors burst behind my eyes

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.