This is a song about "Paint chips"

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

That try to chase these skirts

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit