This is a song about "Potato latkes"

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

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

Bitch, all my verses on this beat are all pen and pad, yeah i'm bold

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

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Yeah you know i got that work

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

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