This is a song about "Hot potato"

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

See, i like the person that you are

At bunker hill hot summer,

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

We been all around the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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