This is a song about "Dog eating potatoes"

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

You told me god was the answer

Eating my soul just like cancer,

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Here they keep a rachet close

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

I smoke and let the tree talk

And control this shit yourself dog.

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Every night i stroke hoes

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Only real niggas stay on top

Don’t like to see when she talk

Where are you gonna go, dog