This is a song about "Alpacas chicken nuggets"

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Top ranked, number one my son

Crispy, crispy chicken.