This is a song about "Bombay potatoes"

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

You feel it from your head to your toes

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.

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

And walk away, kay? , all the way to bombay and have a good day, may day

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

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Ain't no women at the shows

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Fry them up like potatoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes