This is a song about "Chips"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

By the water, au revoir to my audience

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split