This is a song about "Lays chips"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

To him killin is funny, laughing as his victim lays bleeding and sobbing

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low