This is a song about "Potato basket"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

And i been all around the world

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

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

Stork your head in a basket,

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Now im gettin more rings than bill russel in an audi

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard