This is a song about "Falling potatoes"

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

And these shape-shifting hoes

Now i'm falling from the sky

She gotta hold her head up high

Falling through the sky headfirst

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Fry them up like potatoes

Took me a while just to write those

Disagreements and falling out,

I've got nothin' to worry about