This is a song about "Fish and chips"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

She's cute but her forehead's big

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I got gills bitch im a sea fish

That's why i shine like i does

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy