This is a song about "Color"

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

No medal here, i'm well aware

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Then lost her faith again

No set trip, no color claim

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Color your eyes alveolar red

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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