This is a song about "Color"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Appeal with the skin color of mine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

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

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper