This is a song about "A fat person with chip crums"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Joeamam a big fat fan

You gotta understand man

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Everytime i meet a new person, it starts with "hi."

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

A life with no intention can make any person angry. but frankly i dont give a fuck

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,