This is a song about "Color"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You under me what's your color g?

And got her room number, you can find me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Judging one another just because of racial color.

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

No set trip, no color claim

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Color your eyes alveolar red