This is a song about "Chip da ripper s titties"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

I must go like fly route

Titties out, betty boop/

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio