This is a song about "Hot chips and football"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Of all burgers the chips

After eating burgers and chips

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,