This is a song about "Choclate chip"

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

But in the meantime it's lights please