This is a song about "Butter chicken"

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Just a place that they can come

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

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

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Tv dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner

Winner winner chicken dinner

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done