This is a song about "Mash potatos"

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

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

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

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass