This is a song about "Soda and chips"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

My voice is bubblier than soda fizz, wish,

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

Stealing magazine's & chip's