This is a song about "A potato flew around my room"

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

The room around me makes me feel all alone

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Then we kicked in my room

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

Won't run out anytime soon

Then we kicked in my room

Around in her room,wont run out anytime soon.

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac