This is a song about "Mash patatoes"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Smash hits i'll mash with i'm coming to take your assets,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back