This is a song about "Mash potato"

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

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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.

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch