This is a song about "A potato"

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.

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Fuck fame, fuck money

I'm a grade a o g

That i will leave earth with her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

It's been a long time comin' cam

You're a disaster a sham,

Half your body laying on my chest

Its gonna be a a test

I sit and reminisce

Spit a poem or a diss