This is a song about "Color"

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Judging one another just because of racial color.

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

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

No set trip, no color claim

He don't do the same

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Color coated into like the movie

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

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright