This is a song about "Color"

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shit rougher on ya so the world has change in color

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

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

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Color your eyes alveolar red

She don’t give her nigga head

No set trip, no color claim

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

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