This is a song about "The color orange"

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Apartheid showed the world how one's color can be undermined

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

People getting shot because they're rockin' the wrong color,i don't stutter

Color coated into like the movie

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Grabs me by the colla, reminds me of my color,

I feel wreaked, been down so much i remember the color of the ground/

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Paint the perfect picture piece just wait until the color dries

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

Would look at us all the time

Appeal with the skin color of mine