This is a song about "Skins"

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Trust they seen enough

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

As he skins into hell's grasp as it wasn't heaven he believed in, he laughed,

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast