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

Not only high, but i season you cats

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

These other cats bring blasphemy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You feel it from your head to your toes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes!

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something