This is a song about "Potatos pizza s mustard"

And that´s how it has begun

Because he made his decision

This a different motor man better go to work

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

He eats rows of em with mustard

Yeah you know i got that work

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!