This is a song about "Potato head"

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Black clouds circle my weary head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The rhythm gets into your head.

My god come before this bread

Loving you is clouding my head

The numbers burst my head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head