This is a song about "Potato gratin"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

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

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

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

But you know i control your soul, motherfucker do what your told

And i been all around the world

And dip the mashed potato covered