This is a song about "An underdeveloped chicken"

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Closest you'll get is being chicken