This is a song about "Drugs and potato chips"

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

After eating burgers and chips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Of all burgers the chips

These chalance give me balance