This is a song about "Fish chips"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

My team getting digits

Of all burgers the chips

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

After eating burgers and chips

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks