This is a song about "The color pink"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cus if you ask me, it's all about the pink and the green

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Lady g, willy b in time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Pink bandanna is my suit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Shit rougher on ya so the world has change in color

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her