This is a song about "My chips"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

While scheming on hits

After eating burgers and chips

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for