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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

I bet that mirror gon show you

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Fuck around bought my bitch a mac

Then we kicked in my room

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

Wanna spend it all on you

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

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

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