This is a song about "Chips"

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

For a bit of weed and chips

The jiggas and the tips