This is a song about "Owen murphy"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The rest gets set in my blender to be fed to my irish setter

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

New is new, don't compare to the precedent/

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And dip the mashed potato covered