This is a song about "Soda and chips"

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

After eating burgers and chips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick