This is a song about "Micro chip"

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I'm everything that they call nice

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

No one knows me just because i am just micro/

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

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

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

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