This is a song about "Color"

Grabs me by the colla, reminds me of my color,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Color coated into like the movie

Because we all the same color once the blood starts to go.

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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