This is a song about "Gravy and chips"

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free