This is a song about "Mash potatos"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

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

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

Mash ém, stab ém, surround their death with masses

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,

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

I’m a mash ya bitch wed ma porch