This is a song about "Shinning from the linning of my skin"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

All of the hair from out my head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Would look at us all the time

Appeal with the skin color of mine

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

, piercing the skin of ranked lime, as if that meant something

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting