This is a song about "Baked potato"

And dip the mashed potato covered

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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