This is a song about "Nivea the skin product"

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But my end product is more like the mona lisa

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Cause there'll never be peace

The pale skin and scrapped knees

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

The devil can suck whoever in , it don't matter your skin.