This is a song about "Mint chocolate chip"

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

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

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

The master of this rap shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music