This is a song about "Chips and sala"

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

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Of all burgers the chips

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

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

After eating burgers and chips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence