This is a song about "Potato"

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

And dip the mashed potato covered

And dip the mashed potato covered

I been all around the world