This is a song about "Chicken chips"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Me and my microphone could be one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

For a bit of weed and chips

Got hu women frostburg women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

3m's on my new balance

Of all burgers the chips