This is a song about "Chic fil a"

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Call that shit my "chic" o stick

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

Beautiful are thou, africa

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Still the man with the pan

You're a disaster a sham,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Like a baby without a diaper

I sit and reminisce

Spit a poem or a diss

This bag is from seattle

Your a show without a channel