This is a song about "Fucking chips"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Fucking painting picture

I ain't did shit officer

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

These chalance give me balance

For a bit of weed and chips

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

After eating burgers and chips

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish