This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

Passion in life he has lost

Those are your wounds this is the salt

For a bit of weed and chips

You can hear it in my lyrics

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

After eating burgers and chips