This is a song about "Vomiting whale the same color of a redwood"

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Don't matter bout the color we all the same and there is no in between

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Despicably at the same time with a slice of lime squuezed into their eyes

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

The game providing decays of the same

You just gotta be strong

Instead of singin' the same song

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

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

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Appeal with the skin color of mine