This is a song about "Chips and salsa"

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Then i moved to california was hoping to see girls dance salsa

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

After eating burgers and chips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold