This is a song about "Corn chips"

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Is it a corn row or a fro

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Stealing magazine's & chip's

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

For a bit of weed and chips

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes