This is a song about "Smiths chips"

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

After eating burgers and chips

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

This bastard spits bits of acid chips and half ass the shit

Stealing magazine's & chip's

3m's on my new balance

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

As the chips fall its all you got , to make em learn

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Lil prps like 3 digits

Of all burgers the chips

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free