This is a song about "Potato head"

And dip the mashed potato covered

Red bottoms with the spike work

Before she fuck with ya head

Woo-hah, got you all in check

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Sicken feeling running thought my head

And think alone in my head

Code red, which means you go red

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though