This is a song about "Skins"

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

And panned out, i'm all in love

I be tossin them skins like a young mike vick

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin 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,

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