This is a song about "Chips"

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

The jiggas and the tips

Of all burgers the chips

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

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

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn