This is a song about "Mint chip"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I'm fresh with a mint i got from abs express

The next day you is everybody target

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Fists will dent you, get you tossed- i spit true mint, no dental floss.//

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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