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

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

Looked around the room that's when i seen her bedroom door shut

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Around in her room,wont run out anytime soon.

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

My book case looks like a psych. room

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Then we kicked in my room

Won't run out anytime soon