This is a song about "Csgo skins"

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick

On trial for possession of some chronic

Guess they ran out of options

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Then i said i had enough

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,