This is a song about "Chip"

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

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

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

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

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

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Five shots she ready to leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,