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

Right flows down and they might go nice

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Shades: lv was a little dough

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

And this may shrink you until you're micro

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

You're micro i'm righto you blanch like an albino

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though