This is a song about "Micro chip"

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

They all need attention, they call me a g though

And this may shrink you until you're micro

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot