This is a song about "Baked potato"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

Quite baked but half awake

I feel good, i look great

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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