This is a song about "Chicken and butt"

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Hold on you can see my vision

Shout out chicken getting chicken

They had a hell of a run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck