This is a song about "Poker chips"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Are we playing poker, what is your emotion,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

In this world of life i call poker,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks