This is a song about "Potato cats"

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These other cats bring blasphemy

These other cats bring blasphemy

Dc, man over money

Eat well, get fat, young cats stack digits

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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