This is a song about "Potato fagitz"

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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.

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

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

30 chains on, bet the light work

And dip the mashed potato covered