This is a song about "Potato salad"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Better then ceaser salad.

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Like a salad no dressing

Your feedback ain't flexing

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

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

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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