This is a song about "Baked potatoz"

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

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

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.

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Way too much right here is at stake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

You got some half baked lyrics

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Quite baked but half awake

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone