This is a song about "Nacho chips"

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

3m's on my new balance

For a bit of weed and chips

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Stealing magazine's & chip's