This is a song about "Bone in chicken wings"

Music getting you up,like you got wings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

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

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

The flight of wings left and right it speeds mightily so free in living legacies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

When it's all said and done

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

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