This is a song about "Potato farmer"

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

And dip the mashed potato covered

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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