This is a song about "Color"

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

Color coated into like the movie

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Appeal with the skin color of mine

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

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

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works