This is a song about "Skin grafts"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Lights please, lights please

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Pataclysm got up and then unda ya skin

Or confession shredded skin thats what

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Let's pretend he never wanted to jump out of his skin,

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Heroine makes ur skin lack the melanin