This is a song about "Micro chip"

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

No one knows me just because i am just micro/

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip