This is a song about "Potato chips"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Of all burgers the chips

The jiggas and the tips

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Before a nigga finish put in the work

And dip the mashed potato covered

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience