This is a song about "Sweet potatoes"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Questioning the whole meaning

The sweet sweat he's breathing,

For the low that nine cheap

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Smokin sweet and sour

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew