This is a song about "Color"

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

There's no color just faces

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

And they said i couldn't cause of the color of my skin

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Judging one another just because of racial color.

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Third ward general, young cash money

You under me what's your color g?