This is a song about "Bone in chicken wings"

And modify your opinion

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

I'm throwin you a bone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Shout out chicken getting chicken

So keep fronting till my peeps come

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one

I rake in loads of bone charms

Please correct me, stretch marks