This is a song about "Potato crisps"

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

It's a fools fatewithout your word