This is a song about "Mint chip"

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

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

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

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

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