This is a song about "Baby potatoes"

And these shape-shifting hoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Your innocence, so give me the key baby

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

So while the world goes drake crazy

Well you gotta know baby

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Parents treat me like a baby