This is a song about "My chips"

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Teach you how to rope a chick