This is a song about "Color"

On the slow jam of love

There's no color just faces

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

Bitch, they call it motor city

You under me what's your color g?

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere