This is a song about "Color"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And platinum between plated, with different color diamonds and saying

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

You got a baby boy or girl in there

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

But who needs any other color if you rhyme tight

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

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

Shit rougher on ya so the world has change in color

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Judging one another just because of racial color.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

High everyday my favorite color blue