This is a song about "Color"

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Apartheid showed the world how one's color can be undermined

I’m finished with my masterpiece now that the color dried

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

And me and my friends skin color don’t match,

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I guess im suspect, just look at my freaking skin color

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Judging one another just because of racial color.

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time