This is a song about "Bbq chips"

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

For a bit of weed and chips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket