This is a song about "The color orange"

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

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

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Appeal with the skin color of mine

And now these hoes are on my line

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Appeal with the skin color of mine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime