This is a song about "Choclate chip"

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

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

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

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

You make a nigga sing songs nice