This is a song about "Smiths chips"

Of all burgers the chips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

After eating burgers and chips

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

For a bit of weed and chips