This is a song about "Chip"

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

That'll do anything that i please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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