This is a song about "Color"

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

In front of our building, they was my heroes

We got money to go get baby

You under me what's your color g?

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Private plane, my seat recline

Appeal with the skin color of mine

On the slow jam of love

There's no color just faces

He's a janitor recreational rectum manager

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

And platinum between plated, with different color diamonds and saying

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Judging one another just because of racial color.