This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Like salt and pepper, no equivalent

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

For a bit of weed and chips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Passion in life he has lost

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,