This is a song about "Drugs and potato chips"

And panned out, i'm all in love

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Lil prps like 3 digits

For a bit of weed and chips

And dip the mashed potato covered

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

I just call it …remember all the dough

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits