This is a song about "Fucking chips"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

After eating burgers and chips

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips