This is a song about "Zekia chip hive leamon"

As he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

The line drive, psyche the hive mind

This is to my unborn child

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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