This is a song about "Fair skinned nigga"

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Begin feeling unknown remorse this just isnt fair.

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/

Tell you plain and simple me on the board just isnt fair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Tell me it’s fair but it’s not

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Malcolm x, by any means

Were barely any fair it seems,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.