This is a song about "Soda and chips"

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh