This is a song about "Burnt chip"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I burnt too many brain cells down,

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

And they asked me whilst the school burnt, what they were imagining

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

Burnt the soup, call it asher’s broth

And of course, my car's off course

Smoke to much weed to burnt,

Look, cole world, still a cold world

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Who would forgive me even if i burnt down all their homes

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

It's stepping in the shade to not get burnt