This is a song about "Appeal"

I got that mass appeal

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Appeal with the skin color of mine

She prefer the dutty wine

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Appeal with the skin color of mine

What's the appeal? to you hurting people i care and love?/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,