This is a song about "Chips"

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

For a bit of weed and chips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips