This is a song about "Black chicken"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I am not the only one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

When i eat that chicken,

Two reflections into one

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

He been waiting for his connection to come