This is a song about "Hot potato"

As long as we're cooperating with god

I'm falling from god and it's hot

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

My led hot like arizona/

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

Live from the lamont's rose

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,