This is a song about "Chip on shoulder"

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Im cloaking sober, "im not a killer" i told her, but i influenced, like a devil on a shoulder

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

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

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

I hope this explains why this chip's on my shoulder

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And there's little to be glad for

She never felt a shoulder colder