This is a song about "Chips"

After eating burgers and chips

The jiggas and the tips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

I should have known from the start boy

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

For a bit of weed and chips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks