This is a song about "Color"

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

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

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Appeal with the skin color of mine

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Apartheid showed the world how one's color can be undermined

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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