This is a song about "A potato went to war in space n a tropical island"

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Dattle, strap in you're saddle, you're just a waste of space and a disgrace to

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Smoked a bowl n' burned my eyebrows and went into dire shock

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Went up in eastland and shot a policeman

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Went to another with my red complexion , knew i was a thief in hiding