This is a song about "Drugs and potato chips"

And dip the mashed potato covered

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

I only got four minutes

After eating burgers and chips

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks