This is a song about "Skins"

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

We don't ever make love

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Whether you wear rags or leopard skins

And god blessed me with a lot of patience