This is a song about "Corn chips"

I like to call that a quick flip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

After eating burgers and chips

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot