This is a song about "Cute potato getting gold"

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

My profile makes me appear cute as a fawn

I can't ever change without you

But you look so cute in blue...

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Is a space that now you hold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Spiritual, fool's gold

And dip the mashed potato covered

Making a movie, spike work