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

Then we zoom to my room for one hell of a thrill

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

It's really not an issue

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

My book case looks like a psych. room

Won't run out anytime soon

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

My dick like a disease so imma spread that shit around

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

All my life i've been in a 1 room apartment