This is a song about "Potato wedges"

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Yeah you know i got that work

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And i been all around the world

And dip the mashed potato covered

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

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold