This is a song about "Baked potato"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I get baked from the moment i wake, don't tell me is a mistake

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And dip the mashed potato covered

Making a movie, spike work

If i die before i wake

I don't wanna be fried or baked