This is a song about "Butter chicken"

They'll have to rename this one

I eat these skaters like chicken

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I want to fight the music on this one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,