This is a song about "I like chips and even robles"

And i can't change, even if i tried,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

And i haven't even witnessed

And you could find interest

And i dont even wanna discuss

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

I don't even fight it, like why try?

Top ten charts, where i reside

And i can't change, even if i tied,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And i ain't even ask she throwing ass and i'm like batter up

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax