This is a song about "Chips"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

For a bit of weed and chips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips