This is a song about "Burnt chip"

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Im not burnt to ashes yet man , im barely even sizzling.

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

His bladder is burnt through like the rapture of antimatter,

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Dont wanna get burnt, betta get gone

Those xans and the lean cause zones, somethin’ tan with a mean jawbone

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