This is a song about "Little light skin people"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I'm somethin like the light-skin version

And turning our people to light, through prisms

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

And ask me how was my night

Am aiming for the light

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Let me hide from the light,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I used to have thick skin,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Or confession shredded skin thats what

Nobody knew i feared light,

And if i want to go outside

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win