This is a song about "Potato pie"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

And dip the mashed potato covered

And dip the mashed potato covered

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high