This is a song about "Butter chicken"

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

They'll have to rename this one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

But somehow it made them listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Shout out chicken getting chicken

And when it's said and done