im here not to be reckless my life is so perplexing im yelling at the microphone my memories collecting. I know im not the best only when im depressed, I fight for what is mine possessions not im blessed. His name is not potato, but chil is what named him. he such a lazy mud he likes to get high stays up, what a crazy lil cub, brown and white he tight. potatochip the fries don't ask for food he sits on his behind one time for my brother same father not the mother, he was raised by the streets, learned how to be a man when pops was not around. the same story of my life, I learned to seek for mine, stay undercover dont hover, just because im high dont bring your paranoid ass here im counting all these years annoying to my ear