This is a song about "Pita chips"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

My team winning that's a fact boy

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid