This is a song about "Midnight dip"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Dip tho cause her pussy was a forest

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Like a line full of hoes

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

Than the midnight, this kid's tight, i'll shackle you wack rappers,

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

We love for a while then a light goes