This is a song about "True colors"

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I was twelve when the gunned you

It's like we were not true

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

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

Bit by bit showing my colors

This ones for the lovers

I wanna feel whats true

Thank god i found you

A myriad of colors other brothers, wishing the painted

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Then you showed your true colors and we grew flustered

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Or the shutters till your head pops reddish colors.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse