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

She told me erything is real

All of the hair from out my hear

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Not get picked on cuz the colour of her skin

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

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

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

All of the hair from out my head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips