This is a song about "Gravy and chips"

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

You can hear it in my lyrics

After eating burgers and chips

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax