This is a song about "Baby potatoes"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I got to be your baby

Look it something they can't ever see

Then i'd brag about you being my baby

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Hold up i'm your baby.

It's obvious i'm crazy

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.