This is a song about "Corn chips"

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

First off congratulations on the win

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

While im eating an ear of corn

Cause they fear me in physical form

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

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,