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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

There must be another route, way out

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

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

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

Around in her room,wont run out anytime soon.

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

He ain't give a fuck about you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

To kill all over my room. so honestly man i hope u make a change