This is a song about "Potato chips"

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

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

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

After eating burgers and chips

And dip the mashed potato covered

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Kicks, chips, whips, flicks, chicks will make the missiles hit,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience