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

Where are you gonna go, dog

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Man but this ain't no sign language

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,