This is a song about "Chip on shoulder"

Been on my shoulder and wait for my death

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

She never felt a shoulder colder

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

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

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

You're laughin' but i will crack you over your shoulder