This is a song about "Mint chip"

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

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

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

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

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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