This is a song about "Color"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And platinum between plated, with different color diamonds and saying

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Color your eyes alveolar red

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

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