This is a song about "A skin product"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

While he sings a ring it shivers my skin numbs my limbs.

I ruptured her skin with a slick nine inch blade that's made to slay a bitch like this.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

My skin is so cut up i look like a tiger, but im a cutter,

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

This place makes me want to put a razor to my skin,

In a collision, i see their ambition

My flow is razor ship like a needle that pierces ya skin,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion