This is a song about "Choclate chip"

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

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

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

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,