This is a song about "Lime chips"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

, piercing the skin of ranked lime, as if that meant something

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

If his bitch insist on getting sick

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Prime your rotting corpse with lime

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

I'm live, not lime, but you can pirate this

With some lesbians that don't know english

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I'm hearin' this shit, your rhymes are sour tastin' like lime

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

With a blunt filled up with some lime

Welcome to organized crime