This is a song about "Potato chip"

Nah, fuck that man i'm a fuckin' potato

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.