This is a song about "Potato basket"

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

And dip the mashed potato covered

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Stork your head in a basket,

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold