This is a song about "Bbq chicken"

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

We need some chicken up in up in here

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Riding around without a fuck given

I made a promise to the mirror

Winner winner chicken dinner

He been waiting for his connection to come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.