This is a song about "Baked potato"

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

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

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Way too much right here is at stake

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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