This is a song about "Bombay potatoes"

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

She'd shrug it off like she did her kids and sip some bombay/

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Ain't no women at the shows

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fry them up like potatoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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.