This is a song about "Potatoe flying round my room"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

My rap style is kinda like flying kites,

Like a church in debt

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

In my room i can be me

But make sure if they do see

Then we kicked in my room

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

I've been locked in my room getting faded

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,