This is a song about "Potato and bacon"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Because there ain't no coming back from that