This is a song about "A potatoe"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Like a baby without a diaper

Or something that you paid for

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Cause it's like you're my mirror

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Any thing to say a a a a a a

This bag is from seattle

Your a show without a channel

Take a kitkat take a break,

They say them colors must be fake

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Back when crack was enormous