No rations or resources for eating//
I got my wife, so fuck the ring
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
For a bit of weed and chips
Now this shit is turning to a habit
In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid
Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music
Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
Cause i was him, i would have married kate and ashley
It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see
Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags
Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax
So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips
There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics
Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips
My city's culture to the game now in existence
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