This is a song about "Chicken and chips"

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Just a place that they can come

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Of all burgers the chips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Cold world no blanket son

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle