This is a song about "Pita chips"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

After eating burgers and chips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Lil prps like 3 digits

Stealing magazine's & chip's

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

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

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute