This is a song about "Madison potato"

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Thus contributing to ongoing credit