This is a song about "Chip shop"

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

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

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I ain't even really need that shop class

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Orville might think they microwaved the shop

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Faded like a barber shop

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Lollipop from a candy shop,

I love the way you walk