This is a song about "Chips"

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix