This is a song about "Laze chips"

The jiggas and the tips

After eating burgers and chips

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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