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

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room

My book case looks like a psych. room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Self made coming soon

Then we kicked in my room

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room