This is a song about "Baked potatoz"

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Quite baked but half awake

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 definitely in a class of my own

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

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

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

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

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

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

If i should die before i wake

I don't wanna be fried or baked