This is a song about "Chips and sala"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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