This is a song about "Potato 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

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Like a salad no dressing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

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

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

She uses my nut like salad dressing