This is a song about "Chips"

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

For a bit of weed and chips

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Stealing magazine's & chip's

While scheming on hits

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,