This is a song about "Potato chips"

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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

And dip the mashed potato covered

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I'm mixed, bringing latvian potato skills and latino heat

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

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