This is a song about "Potato salad"

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

I see the addict, the alcoholic with golden flask out cold,

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

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

She uses my nut like salad dressing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Before a nigga finish put in the work

And dip the mashed potato covered

Like a salad no dressing

Your feedback ain't flexing

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free