This is a song about "Bag of chips"

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid