This is a song about "Color"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Color coated into like the movie

Believing the screens or anything there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Color your eyes alveolar red

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

High everyday my favorite color blue

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Promise me you won't step out of line

It don't matter what color purple, black, or white

So the homie wale can leave the hook right