This is a song about "Fucking chips"

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Fucking painting picture

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips