This is a song about "Potato knishes"

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

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

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

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

And dip the mashed potato covered

Before a nigga finish put in the work

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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