This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

Stealing magazine's & chip's

And the v12, that's on various trips

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

These chalance give me balance

Of all burgers the chips

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Competition on the court

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,