This is a song about "Bfried chicken"

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

I eat these skaters like chicken

I wonder why we take from our women

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,