This is a song about "Madison potato"

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

And dip the mashed potato covered

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And dip the mashed potato covered

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

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