This is a song about "Pickles cats potatoes and fridges"

These other cats bring blasphemy

I just want somebody i can see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These other cats bring blasphemy

You wake up and apparently ya pissed a couple cats off,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

Took me a while just to write those

And these shape-shifting hoes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

For the new cats to come and take the fame

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Fry them up like potatoes