This is a song about "Salt and vinger chips"

Those are your wounds this is the salt

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Of all burgers the chips

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax