This is a song about "Potato fagitz"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Cause when you hot its like your burnin up everyone elses cold

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

And dip the mashed potato covered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion