This is a song about "Lime chips"

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

With a blunt filled up with some lime

We left em a world that's cursed

Fidna lime out get swirled

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Bitch please, my lines got me in the lime light glistening

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Hold it..now thank you for silence

After eating burgers and chips

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing