This is a song about "Ez cheesy baked potato"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

That we picked up at the last concert

And dip the mashed potato covered

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Quite baked but half awake

All dem niggas gonna hate

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

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.