This is a song about "Mashed potatoes"

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

I kill shows and bag more clothes

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Before a nigga finish put in the work

And dip the mashed potato covered

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Fry them up like potatoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes