This is a song about "Baked potato"

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

And dip the mashed potato covered

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

You got some half baked lyrics

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through