This is a song about "Chips and dip"

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Hop in the the whip cuz i gota dip and there aint no reason to see you later

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Riding inna hammer dip

You hear that semi clap/ homie you betta dip

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip