This is a song about "Winning a chip"

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Winning isn't anything if you don't have a full locked spirit.

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Damn it's a trip how you can slip while you bite a chip

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

A lucrative man winning instead of lunatic damn villains

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip