This is a song about "Baked potatoes"

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

You reflect me, i love that about you

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

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

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king