This is a song about "Potato basket"

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

You get balls dropped in your hole like your a fucking basket,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

Stork your head in a basket,

I’m first class on my trip trip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

And dip the mashed potato covered

Red bottoms with the spike work

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!