This is a song about "Butter chicken"

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Winner winner chicken dinner

And there's little to be glad for

Melt this track like butter

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Contagious like chicken pox

And i'm still hurtin over pops

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun