This is a song about "The color pink"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Color coated into like the movie

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Pockets probably like fried food

Pink bandanna is my suit

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Because we all the same color once the blood starts to go.

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

But my skin color doesn't matter, even if i'm the whitest in sight

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride