This is a song about "Bone in chicken wings"

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Me and my microphone could be one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I told him get his 9 and run

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I got my wings in a flurry

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

Flying around, wings flapping/

And my only fear's a wedding ring