This is a song about "Potato vatsuave"

And dip the mashed potato covered

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

And dip the mashed potato covered

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,

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.

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

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

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