This is a song about "Drugs and potato chips"

And dip the mashed potato covered

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Through drugs and friends, i was in misery

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

For a bit of weed and chips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

But now i know why drugs and alcohol

See, i like the person that you are

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

After eating burgers and chips

Of all burgers the chips

When you spill out hits