This is a song about "Potato chips"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

I only got four minutes

After eating burgers and chips

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy