This is a song about "Baked potatoz"

Quite baked but half awake

New york, va, dc, get paid

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

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

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

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

I only got four minutes

You got some half baked lyrics

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

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I don't wanna be fried or baked