This is a song about "My potatoes"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Grab my knife and my gun

If you ever feel alone and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my rhythm

Straight lane kiffen them

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

My cash effected, my brain insane,