This is a song about "Smiths chips"

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Of all burgers the chips

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid

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

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,