This is a song about "Chip and dip"

Just searching for the perfect shot

I hit it once and dip like a jackpot

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

No, shit! kick the fire out, now i need to dip!

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Got shows on top of shows

Dip it all in mashed potatoes

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Living like a menace as i'm guaping like some spinach dip

You, you, you have to pay for that

But when its your time to dip.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hop in the the whip cuz i gota dip and there aint no reason to see you later