This is a song about "Ashley lunn eating chips"

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