This is a song about "Poker chips"

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Of all burgers the chips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Got me gaga, no poker face

Lookin' for these better days

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

After eating burgers and chips