This is a song about "Micro chip"

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

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

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

She probably had a reason though

Dont care if your as small as a micro,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

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

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though