This is a song about "Bone in chicken wings"

Chicken bone, not a phone, is anybody out there?!

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

Bone your girl in stelleto's, we do it backwards; memento

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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