This is a song about "Micro chip"

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

And this may shrink you until you're micro

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons