This is a song about "Hot chips and football"

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Of all burgers the chips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Only real niggas stay on top

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see