This is a song about "Chips and salsa"

3m's on my new balance

For a bit of weed and chips

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Stealing magazine's & chip's

And the v12, that's on various trips

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow