This is a song about "Chip"

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

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit