This is a song about "Pita chips"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

I only got four minutes

Of all burgers the chips

3m's on my new balance

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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