This is a song about "Skin flute"

Gin makes me sin

Is ripping out my skin

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

People judge others based on their pigments under their skin

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I used to have thick skin,

Visions, dreams of passion

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe