This is a song about "Potato pie"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

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.

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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