This is a song about "Poker chips"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Stealing magazine's & chip's

She likes the way it hits her lips

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

Poker eyes have you hooked an ima begin the reel

My game face, like it's poker time

She prefer the dutty wine

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key