This is a song about "Chip"

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

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

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit