This is a song about "Mash potatoes"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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

Ain't no women at the shows

Fry them up like potatoes

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses