This is a song about "Potato chip"

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

And dip the mashed potato covered

The concept is so absurd

The devil took my soul , the minute the smoke began to unfold.

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

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion