This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

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

But you're loving mine i am the shit

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Ate so many chips n' munchies, the pain hit my tummy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably