This is a song about "Chips and relationships"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But i snap back an i stack facts from past relationships ive had,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

But damn, the relationships are damaged by the genders,

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket