This is a song about "Smiths chips"

When you spill out hits

Of all burgers the chips

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

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Stealing magazine's & chip's