This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

When you spill out hits

Of all burgers the chips

Lil prps like 3 digits

The world is so typical

Extra salt on the frizzle

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

For a bit of weed and chips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits