This is a song about "Potato pancakes"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

We been all around the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

And dip the mashed potato covered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

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

I was in the zone fuckin boned her then didnt phone her that is stone cold

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