This is a song about "Micro chip"

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

I'm made from micro pieces consumed by the demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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