This is a song about "Bone in chicken wings"

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I hit your block and we can box for fun

When i eat that chicken,

I'm a son of gun

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I'm throwin you a bone

I don't need no fucking throne

Bun b, i’m underground king

Flying around, wings flapping/

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I got my wings in a flurry

Who trill as me, roll two of tree