This is a song about "Mash potato"

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

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

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Red bottoms with the spike work

And dip the mashed potato covered

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love