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

You just working with the scraps you was given

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

Better or worse, the center of attention

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

All of the hair from out my head

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

All because of the skin that you're wearing. it's no joke

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Cause, i need that one good time

Appeal with the skin color of mine