This is a song about "Madison potato"

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.

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Yeah you know i got that work

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

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