This is a song about "Corn chip"

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

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