This is a song about "Burnt potato"

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

And my regime includes east coast

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Case they get burnt to embers

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Cause everytime yall come around

I burnt too many brain cells down,