This is a song about "Black cunt eating chicken"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

She say she love me more than anything

No rations or resources for eating//

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I wonder why we take from our women

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Hold on you can see my vision

When i eat that chicken,

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none