This is a song about "Potato head"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

The numbers burst my head

Like sally mae on college debt

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

How you feel in your head

Code red, which means you go red

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And please never disrespect my set

Basically blood leaked from her head

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

And think alone in my head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled