This is a song about "Dip"

And then everybody wanna dip

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And dip the mashed potato covered

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

So while you worry about the hoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Until they coughing up blood then i dip my finger in it

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip