This is a song about "Chicken chips"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

My drive is like no one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Hold on you can see my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

For a bit of weed and chips

When you spill out hits

Miami nights, ain't another one

When i eat that chicken,